They Call It Baby Luck., is there any room for doubt?

Babies are good luck. Well at least my son was today.
For instance I wrote about a verbally hostile encounter with a man on the street in an earlier post. Guess what? I bumped into him again today, and this time I was wearing my son in the baby Bjorn. You know what happened? He apologized. And I apologized too because I'm sure that I could have made the issue go away faster. Obviously because now that I was wearing a child, there was no issue.
It seems like whenever I am with my son, nothing bad happens to me.
Not only that, people make way for me and even old ladies will get up and ask if I want to sit down. I usually decline these offers as a man holding or wheeling a baby is not at all the same thing as a woman who is pregnant. But people seem to equate that and think that they should be extra courteous to me even though I am young and somewhat athletic and my kid is already sitting either in a pouch or a stroller so he doesn't need a seat.
People won't think I look mean because they don't even see me. They are looking at my kid.
Was I good luck to my dad as a kid?
I will tell you that in fact, I know that I was not.
Here's how I know.
My dad passed when I was four. (Some astrologists might even say this is an exampled of my star overcoming his or something like that, thus really bad luck for my dad.) Anyway I have few memories of him. But those that I have are strong.
So when day, before the age of four, my dad took me into a gambling house in Chinatown (probably the one which he was partially responsible for watching. I think he took me many times but I only remember this time. They were playing a game where they throw dice into a bowl. I don't gamble so I don't know what the game was, by as a child I kept trying to grab the dice. Finally my dad picked up the dice and put them in my hand and I threw them out into the bowl. I was told later that these hands are called "virgin" hands and are therefore supposed to be extra lucky.
Guess what? My Virgin hands threw snake eyes. At the time I didn't know what that meant. I didn't even know this was gambling. I just knew things were rolling around and I had to grab them. I don't know how old I was.
I will tell you what else. My father was a Chinese Chef. No offense to my dad but he was very fresh off the boat looking. And I, his son (Yes I see the family resemblance so you can't scare me) had blond hair and pale white skin.
I heard later that people in Chinatown would give him crap about it. And I have one memory of a drunk American of non Chinese descent giving him crap and telling me to come over to him. He was speaking English which I understood and my father did not. However, the situation was something that my father understood and calmly sat there ignoring him, but I did not, and almost ran over to the drunk not being able to discern stranger from from friend.
I have had one incident though where someone called the cops because they thought I was kidnapping my son. (He wasn't in a Bjorn or a stroller and I look very white but my son looks very Asian. But I see family resemblance again I have no doubts.)
But my son knew immediately to keep his mouth shut once the police came. He is smarter than me already in this respect. But that was cleared up quite easily.
To most people, having a kid might mean having to get an extra job, setting aside dreams, doing without, moving down the economic ladder. But I tell you my son has caused me to be able to have more time to rediscover my childhood and my dreams that I had set aside, given me an excuse from other responsibilities that were going nowhere and moved me up the economic ladder, to the point where my address was a signal to the police that they were to let me go. I don't have to do without for him, because he is richer than me at the moment through no merit of mine.
I am still looking for a job, but not for my child's sake, just to pay off college loans, because my kid is basically set thanks to Gong Gong.

Sometimes I feel like it is tiresome to get all the gear ready to go out, and I did lose a hat, a spoon, and a sippy cup today, and I nearly lose my mind everyday.
But I think over all, my son is a good luck charm counteracting a lot of my bad luck.